Nothing
A dark poem
I feel nothing,
flat,
like a plateau,
barren, cracked earth,
parched,
all color leaking out,
rivulets of blood
like passion
falling
through the cracks.
I feel nothing,
flat,
like a plateau,
barren, cracked earth,
parched,
all color leaking out,
rivulets of blood
like passion
falling
through the cracks.
The Lark shares fictional short stories and poetry